Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.